Jane is a Widow

Been thinking about Muncie a lot lately, and then my classmate tells me about a shooting there on Sunday. Sometimes I miss Muncie, I’ve now lived here longer than I lived there. Too bad you can’t take with you the best of where you are leaving. But you have all your memories. And then they start meshing together. Something here will remind of there. If I’m up there visiting, something up there will remind me of here. And in that mix is all my memories of my childhood in Middletown. One memory starts a chain reaction of memories. Some memories not so good so I try to cover them with the good ones. Thank God for memories. They are so valuable and they can’t be bought just made.

I’m working on disposing of items not really needed and items left behind by others. This pushes me closer to my goal of moving south. It’s amazing how many things Troy and I accumulated over the years. Some of the items have a memory attached to them. Every item I get rid of is one more thing gone from our life together. The memories are infinite. Sometimes it seems like they all mesh together. It’s important to keep moving forward….

Today was the day that I watched my Dad take his last breath. That’s why July 1995 will always be one of the turning points in my life. I’m so thankful that my Dad and I became very close. He shared with me his stories of his time in the Army during WWII. I was shocked by all that he went through and he was wounded. He sent his medals home to his mother but when he came home they were nowhere to be found. Someone had taken them. So I helped him get all his medals replaced even his Purple Heart. I was so proud of my Dads service to his country. I know some people from another country and it infuriates me when I hear them put our country down. So many people made the sacrifice so that we could be free. Why did you come here? I have his medals now. What a July it had been. So many changes. Beginnings and endings. I miss you Dad, until we meet again.

My brother, his wife and I flew to Indiana. My Dad was hanging on with the help of a ventilator. I wasn’t prepared for the image of seeing that. I grabbed his hand and when he saw me he started crying. The only time I ever saw my Dad cry. It was like God had him hang on till we got there. It was all like a nightmare. It was strange being back in our home in Muncie. Our neighbor had been taking care of Molly, she was so glad to see me. To be continued….

We were dog sitting for my brother while they were on vacation. We would go over to the house several times a day to feed the dogs and let them out. The phone rang one of those times and I answered. It was my parents neighbor letting me know that my Dad had a stroke and was in the hospital. What a major curve we were thrown. I couldn’t believe what was happening. We were about to make a fast trip to Indiana…..

There were so many things going on in July. We all stayed with my brother until we were put in an apartment by EDS. There we would stay until we moved into our home. It was all so stressful, trying to sell a house a thousand miles from where we were looking for one. To be continued….

July 1995 was a month of so many changes. We moved to Texas from Indiana. Troy started his new job on July 10. We sold one house and bought another. It was a real trip moving all our stuff here along with our cat and Dalmatian. To be continued….

Had dinner with our group last night. Had so much fun talking with everyone. It’s great to have all these friends who unfortunately share your status. I look forward to our future outings and dinners. Just remember to “breathe”.